Dark Elf

stormclouds crossing an unkempt sky, savage crash of thunder, and a shadowy rider appears, on the windstruck horizon the hoofbeats of a warhorse, charging fiercely to battle, clad in boiled bone armor, bearing a minotaur's skull, light of twilight, betrays a darkened helm, shadowed steel like starless nights, casting no reflection, murky skin, beneath celestial mail, unflawed angelic armor, pryed from dead angelic hands, faint enchanting glow, of a dark steel blade, forged of unequaled skill, and set in flawless silvered hilt, deathset twighlight eyes, unstoppable warrior's will, jaded devotion, to his calloused warrior life, harsh twang of metal, and demonic battle cry, as immortal fiend, draws forth his soulforged sword, a dominating presence, invoking sublime terror, commanding mysting awe, and fearful reverence, thirty dauntless marauders, emerge from the dark, an obliviously unfearing ambush, encircling their mark, the strike of dark steel, sublime skill and unnerring grace, cataclysmic flash of havoc, and passing stormclouds, thirty dauntless warriors, fallen on bloodsoaked earth, mutilated witnesses, to the dark elf's Diplomacy...just some imagery to describe a particularly evil dark elf who stole immortality, and challenged the gods themselves. and by the way, his sword is named diplomacy Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 07:05 PM PST   0 • 10